CIA Interrogation Records

January 27th, 2014

WA253 – 'PacMil Bravo'

Amethyst

Please state your name for the record.

Kara Blakely.

And your MDIC.

Alpha Sierra Zero-Three, Commander Amethyst

Good. Now, do you know why you are here, Sub Commander?

Yes. The traitor.

Good good. Why don't we start then. What exactly did your position as Sub Commander entitle?

I provided administrative and command support for the Militia's commander.

And what jobs does that include?

Various forms of paperwork, taking over whenever he wasn't available. It's pretty much just whatever he needed me to do.

And what of your commander? Why did he do?

Well… He led us, trained us. It's because of him the Militia became what it is now.

A successful defensive force against the Korean invasion?

Yes

He stood at a height of about six feet, give or take – It was hard to tell, what with his lack of interest in measuring his own height. His hair, a bright coppery red, was the first thing you would notice despite its short, half-inch length. This was preferred, the length; Five years in the Reserve Officers Training Corps had embedded discipline into his brain, and it showed.

A command was barked out, and eyes made of blue steel observed the squads flawless execution. Like him, we wore what he liked to call 'Northwest Urban Warfare Gear', or NUWGs. The NUWGs were a unique looking style of camouflage – A blurred, digital pattern mixture of blacks and grays, combined with a similar mixture of greens and browns in a 'tigerstripe' pattern. No military branch used these – They were custom made for his militia group.

At the bark of another command, they each brought their rifles to port and opened the bolts for inspection. The rifles themselves were far from uniform – Each operative had their own preferences and specialties. I myself preferred smaller arms. I was perfectly content with my MP5k and M1911.

With the Militia formed and ready, he took a moment to do a quick head count. Including the two of us, we totaled at fifteen. Two Militia were missing…

"Where the hell are Wolf and Fox?"

There was no answer. Nobody knew the answer – Though a guess could easily be made. I hear him sigh, and turned to him.

"Should I call for them?"

"Please do." He stepped toward the others. "In the meantime, we'll begin with the inspection."

Now is probably a good time to talk a bit more about the Militia. Everyone was given an MDIC, or militia designated identification code, to both help reduce recognition in the civilian world and improve our internal security. Of course, we usually operated in this area – Being Lakewood, Washington – But we weren't always on duty, or suited up for it.

Being one of the founding members of the Militia, I am also the sub-commander under Commander Spectre, and commander of Alpha Squad. Alongside Spectre, Bear, and Daemon, I had been with the Militia since the beginning, and I was the first female within the 'vigilante' group as we were called at the time.

I've always been told my dark blonde curls and soft blue eyes, coupled with my much more gentler personality, was a strong contrast to both my commander and her brother Daemon. But my sister Aqua was a lot like me, and we were both well known for being quiet and quick.

Another founder, who doubled as Charlie Squad commander, Daemon was named for his aggressiveness in the training field. With his preferred sub machine gun, silenced of course, Daemon and his squad specialized in close quarters combat and infiltration. He had tanned skin, brown eyes, and a buzzcut that made his hair color difficult to determine.

Despite our differences – I've been told I'm much more strategic and cautious in my approaches – We always found our squads working together and supporting eachother a lot, even when my sister Aqua was running Alpha when I was performing other duties as Sub Commander.

Anyway, I'm rambling on. I dialed Wolf's number, and it rang three times before he picked it up. The first thing I noticed was music.

"Hello?"

"Wolf. Where are you? We're inspecting and briefing for the Operation."

"Oh shit, I forgot!" I could tell by the sound of his voice this wasn't entirely true. I heard a voice in the background, and sighed. "Is Fox there with you?"

"Uh... No, it's just me."

I already knew he was lying at this point, and could already guess what the two had been up to. I also knew just how deep they'd be if Spectre found out just why they hadn't shown up. I decided to give them a break.

"Alright, look. You and Fox need to get here ASAP. Go pick her up and get yourselves to the barn."

"Yes ma'am." And he hung up. I hoped, for their sake, they would arrive soon.

"They're on their way, Commander."

Spectre had been two men down in Alpha Squad when I spoke. Only a brief nod showed he'd heard, before he moved down to the third man of my squad. As with the other members of Alpha squad, which was designated as a forward placement group, this man sported an assault rifle – More specifically, an M4 Carbine, coupled with the silencer and rifle-mounted flashlight standard for all Militia members. His name tag read Mason, and he announced himself as such.

After a brief inspection of the rifle, Spectre nodded, as he did with the rest of the squad, and simply moved on. This was a good sign, of course – It meant he found nothing wrong. I smiled encouragingly to my squad members, nodding to them to signal they did a good job.

He was on his way to Sierra, the commander of Bravo Squad, when a truck pulled up. It was a red Ford, probably 1970s. I was never good with guessing models or years. Seeing the two inside, I groaned. Neither of them were in their NUWGs – Not only that, but it didn't look like they had grabbed their gear either.

"Wolf! Fox!" Spectre barked out as the two got out of the truck "Get your asses over here now"

I winced, watching as both Wolf and Fox quickly moved to stand before the commander. I knew full well this wasn't going to be very pretty, but the two had been showing up late for meetings constantly over the past month. Sighing, I stood back and watched as Spectre laid into them.

After about two minutes of shouting, he ordered them both to fall in, then moved down the line. The rest of the inspection went by quickly, and Spectre handed the reigns over to me before walking off, saying only 'Brief them'. I watched him leave, shaking myhead.

"Bear, go with him please?"

I smiled to one of the men in the back, who served as Spectre's spotter in the field. The two were like brothers, nearly impossible to separate. Sometimes I envied Bear for how close he seemed to get to the man nobody else could even approach. He nodded, then jogged after the commander. I watched the two go, then turned to the formation.

"Alright so…" I started, getting a business like tone. "We have an airsoft operation tomorrow as you know, in this field. This is our plan of action. When the operation starts, Overwatch will proceed directly to Fort Wilderness with Charlie squad as support. Alpha and Delta will proceed northwest to the Bulge, and Bravo will head east through the ravine, taking a position to cut off any travel through the northeast paths.

"When everyone is in position, they will call it in, then Relic will issue the movement orders. Alpha and Charlie will proceed north, then cut east to flank the enemy encampment. Alpha will then hold back as support, while Charlie infiltrates, takes the package, and comes home. Assuming everything goes to plan, this part should be smooth.

"We will then have to defend the package in our encampment. I want Overwatch to stay in Fort Wilderness, with Charlie remaining with them as support, and in a forward position to cut off any attack forces. Bravo will remain in their position, watching the Ravine and the east paths. Alpha and Delta will fall back to the encampment, holding a strong perimeter against anyone that gets through the outer defenses.

"Any questions?"

"Just one." My brother piped up "Where will Recon be during this?"

"Taking up a position overlooking the enemy encampment and relaying their movements to Relic. Anything else?"

No other voices spoke. I smiled, knowing just how to make everyones day.

"Alright, let's run through the operation then. This is our encampment. The Bulge is northeast of here, and Fort Wilderness up that hill just like at The Barn field. I'll take the place of Relic command, and Aqua will command Alpha for this training operation. Grab your air soft gear. Game on, boys and girls."

At those last words, the squads each broke from the formation and immediately moved to their predetermined locations. The five squads radioed in they were in position at almost the same time, about ten minutes later. That was surprisingly fast compared to how the squads would move during the real operation.

"Good. Proceed to the next phase. Bravo, Recon is reporting a scouting party heading in your direction."

`We'll watch for them, Amy.`

The radio remained silent after that, aside from one other message of Alpha and Charlie being in position, and moving in for the grab. I didn't expect much to come through – We didn't really have any opposition in the field right now.

`Shit!` The radio suddenly crackled to life, nearly scaring the life out of me `Sharpshooter! Mason's down!`

"What? Sharpshooter?" I gave the radio a blank look. Mason's down? Someone's shooting? I hadn't heard any gunshots, then I realized it must be Spectre and Bear. They probably heard the transmissions, and decided to provide that missing opposition.

"Charlie, get the package and get out. Alpha, find that sniper and take him out. Recon, come in."

No answer from Spectre or Bear. That pretty much confirmed what I had thought. I couldn't help but smile. He always knew how to make things interesting.